Teresa Dearing Poems
- Hallowed Hills Walk softly ‘cross these hallowed hills, ...
- My Girl You did not come with nine months wait, I did not...
- Summer Memories Hot pavement burns the feet, Cool green ...
- When The Wind Blows Free When the wind blows free, that's ...
- Money And Happiness I had a friend who had alot, And very ...
- The Woods The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, Miles and ...
- Golden Days Sonnets of penned passions, Sing of love's ...
I have live all over the US, visited Canada and Mexcio breifly. My husband and I have 6 beautiful kids together. We are down to the last one at home, so it is quite and I can write. I have been writing on and off for several years. Some times I write happy and sometimes sad. I write in a sing song style and never know what I will be inspired to write. I generally am sunny natured, but I do write ... more »
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Walk softly ‘cross these hallowed hills,
Wake not the spirits of dark chills.
As night falls ‘cross these harvest fields,
Where corn and soy, gave up their yields.
Fog now sends out her drifting hand,
To touch and chill the lowly man.
Light now a shrouded silver mist,
The moon griped in its mighty fist.
For in this land the ancient sleep,
Secrets kept the mysteries deep.
Walk softly ‘cross this hallowed keep,
Lest those spirits seek your soul to reap.